Blood Legacy Chapter 110: 108. I'm leaving

I'd been trying. I'd been trying for days but I couldn't take it anymore. I was tired. And sad. And most of all, I was completely devastated about what I was about to do. But I couldn't take it any longer. I had to, for my soul, my own sanity.

I bit back a tiny sob, my hands shaking around that unimportant piece of clothing.

*I have to. I have to do it.*

I couldn't stand to be here any longer. It was killing me, little by little. My very soul was dying out. I had to go. I had to leave this place and don't look back. I had family and friends who must've been worried sick by now for my safety and whereabouts. I missed them. Every single one of them. I needed to go back.

And that was what I was about to do. Whether he agreed to it or not. I didn't care. He wasn't going to find out that I was gone until early morning. And I had lots of hours until then. I'd be long gone until then.

I wiped my burning tears with the back of my hand and let out a shaky exhale, steeling myself in for what was about to come. I needed to do it. I needed to go.

I quietly zipped up my backpack and flung it over my shoulder, taking a moment to look around the room that has been mine for the past several weeks.

I was going to miss this place. No matter how much I was suffering right now. Because of its stupid, sadistic owner.

He was evil. Despicable, even. He'd kidnapped me, and then made me fall in love with him, just so that he could torment my heart like this in the end.

He'd lied. He didn't want me to be happy. He wanted me to be miserable, exactly like he was.

*Well, congrats. You've done it.* I was miserable. I was more than miserable. I was feeling like my heart was being slowly torn into million pieces.

I didn't want to leave him. My very soul was hurting at the thought of leaving him. But he'd given me no other choice. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand to be continuously ignored by him. I couldn't stand to have my soul ripped into tiny pieces every time he refused to speak or even look at me. I felt like I was slowly dying. Like I was slowly drowning into that lake all over again. It had to stop. I had to move on.

I made my way towards the door and exited into the hallway, carefully listening in for any sounds or indications that he might be awake. I didn't want to get caught. I needed a clean break.

There was complete silence spreading around the house and I hesitated for a few fleeting seconds, my heart longing for one last glance upon his beautiful face. I needed to see him. One last time. I wanted to commit his handsome features to my memory, keep his image in my mind for the rest of my life. He was my first soulmate, the one chosen for me by fate itself.

I couldn't go without a last gaze upon him.

So I carefully tiptoed my way towards his door and stopped, closely listening in to check if he really was awake or not. I knew that I was taking a serious risk by doing this but I couldn't help it. My heart longed for him. My soul ached for his.

I drew in a lungful of air and then placed a shaky hand on the doorknob, firmly grabbing onto it. I gently twisted and pushed it open just a little bit, seeing a tiny sliver of his room. The lights were off. There was no sound coming from inside.

"Carina..." I suddenly jumped like a scaredy cat at the sound of my name rolling off his tongue into a pleading whisper, my heart starting to pound with urgency.

*Shit!*

"Carina, please..." I could feel those hot tears burning at my eyes as I listened to his raspy voice, hearing that pain laced in his tone.

No. I was done. I've made up my mind and I-

My lips parted open as I pushed that door all the way and looked inside, surprised to notice that he was actually fast asleep, agitatedly tossing and turning on that bed as he continued to whisper my name.

And completely naked.

Holy shit.

My heart banged with a different kind of urgency as I dared gaze upon his body, his muscled chest heaving and slick with sweat. Oh my god he was so fucking beautiful.

The powerful moonrays passing through his window bathed him into a cold and dramatic glow, giving me a perfect view at every single part of him. Even that certain part of him.

I could feel myself so furiously blushing as I noticed the way those sheets covered only one of his toned legs because of all that tossing and turning, his monstruously thick and long dick lying like a snake between his thighs.

Holy mother of saints. That was it. I did get my last glance at him. A fucking eye-full. Now I had to just turn around and get the fuck out of there.

"I'm sorry..." I suddenly froze at the sound of those words flowing past his lips, so weak and pained.

My eyes flew back up to his face, noticing that he was still very much asleep, his handsome features contorting with visible torment.

"I love you...Please don't leave me..."

It felt like a whole bucket of ice-cold water had been dumped on me, rendered into an utter state of shock and agony.

And before I even knew what I was doing my legs had already carried me downstairs and all the way to the front door, breezing past it like a ghost into the night.

I took a left turn and continued to run, desperately pushing myself with an urgency as I darted between the thick and tall trees, my path thankfully illuminated by the strong moonrays glowing tonight. It was a full moon. A night when the werewolf species became the most affected by its power and tended to succumb to their inner wildness. Or at least that was what Nathan had told me. It didn't matter anyway. There were no werewolves around. Only the one I'd just left behind.

I let out a pained whimper and continued to run, feeling the way those hot tears trailed so incessantly over my face. It was over. I'd just left him.

I'd just left him and I could feel my soul slowly break with every step I took further away from him, gradually spiralling down into a vortex of pure agony. I was despairing from the tormenting pain.

It felt like I was being torn alive into fucking ribbons.

I lastly slowed down to a stop and collapsed onto my knees, letting out an earth-shattering cry. I couldn't take it. It hurt too much.

The pain was too much. It was burning me from the inside out. I let out another gut-wrenching cry and leaned forwards, letting my hands dig into the leafy soil. It was excruciating. I wanted to die. I wanted to fucking die right there and then.

I continued to desperately bawl my eyes out, loudly sobbing and whimpering. It hurt. It hurt so fucking bad.

I could see the moonlight falling on my body and I slowly raised my gaze towards it, letting out another heart-wrenching wail.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me?" I shakily whispered to it, looking at the round and large ball of light so glaringly visible from between the few branches.

"What did I do? Where did I go wrong? What did I ever do to deserve this?"

"Why are you tormenting me like this?"

"Answer me!" I roared out, my cry echoing through the darkened forest. I didn't care. Let those wild animals come. Maybe a fucking bear would come and tear me apart and then I would be free. I would be finally fucking free.

"Aaaah!" I angrily screamed out like a fucking lunatic, shoving a fist into the leafy soil. And another, and then another and another, pummeling that forest floor until I had no breath and no cry left in me, my body shaking as I let myself collapse into a heap on the ground.

I didn't care. I was done. I wanted to die.

"Please...just come and kill me...I don't care who you are or what you are, just come and kill me..." I weakly whimpered out, curling myself up into a ball as I lifelessly laid there, too tired to even care about the world around me. I was ready to die. I've had enough of this miserable life.